I have never really been a religious person. I have faith in some sort of higher-power I suppose. I do know I totally believe in Karma. I can't subscribe to the whole "ask for forgiveness so you don't go to hell" thing. I think that if you live your life in a way that makes sense to you, and treat people right, you will be alright.
With that being said... Why is it that the genuine GOOD and AMAZING people are ripped from this life so suddenly? The people who actually had something to contribute to society are the ones who die before their time. I don't want to hear that garbage of "it was their time" or "it's all part of the 'plan'". Fuck their time and fuck "the plan".
I want to know why the most vile and insufferable people live long, full lives? The human parasites get to live another day to ruin more lives. Nothing to offer, nothing positive to contribute to anything or anybody.
When my good friend passed away recently, I started really questioning everything, and being very angry that I could not find any answers that I felt really answered my question. All I got were generic, pacifying answers, and that's OK... but still frustrating. I want to scream until my throat is raw. I want to cry until I'm dehydrated (not sure if that's possible, but whatever). My grief is not only "for me", but it's for his wife, and his kids. As much as I am trying to make sense of it, I can only imagine what it must be like for them now, and later on in the future.
Why couldn't it have been some dirbag child molester, a rapist, a murderer, or some generally all around shitty, worthless person? Why did it have to be a MAN who was the model that all these little boys running around pretending to be men should look up to?
I know my question will never be answered and that I will always have a certain level of frustration about this subject, but I do feel a tiny bit better ranting about it... and that's what this blog is all about anyways.
Boyle, you are missed beyond belief. All I know is that I hope there is a Heaven. If there is, I know you're there. You'll always be alive in the hearts of those who cared about you.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Stupid ass "parents"
I'm all for letting your children have some choices, such as hairstyles, how they dress, what music they listen to, who their friends are. But really, as a parent you need to set limits on everything.
Here are some examples from my childhood.
1. I asked my mom for a Vanilla Ice tape (that right there shows you that I'm old as dirt! lol), so she got it for me. I felt like the coolest kid ever. Then she heard me listening to it like, a day after she got it for me... she heard the lyrics and she took it away from me right away. I seriously didn't get that damn thing back until I was 18 years old, and by that time I didn't even want it, obviously.
2. I was around 15 or 16, working at McDonalds... making my OWN money. I went to "The Wall" (lol) and I got the "Ruff Rydaz Ryde or Die Vol 1" with my OWN MONEY! My mom heard me listening to it and told me I had to return it the next day. I refused to return it, so she took it away from me.
3. In middle school, I was in my full-blown "hormonal, retarded pre-teen" phase. I was into the whole Marilyn Manson/grunge/punk thing. One day I heard about dying your hair with Kool-Aid and I decided I was going to dye a small section of my hair red. I went a few days being able to hide it from my mom (I believe I kept a hat on my head all the time at home). When she seen it, she threatened to shave my head completely bald (which she would have followed through on that threat) if I ever tried to dye my hair like that again.
4. When it was time for Back to School shopping, my mom had the final word on every piece of clothing I picked out, and she was quick to tell me if something looked slutty or trashy.
5. Computer time was always monitored by my mom. Our computer was in the dining room, and my mom usually sat less than 5 feet away while any of us were on the computer. She obviously didn't know everything we did on the internet, but she knew enough. She knew our AOL login name and the password. Also, she limited our computer time, and would lock the computer when we weren't supposed to be on it.
I know times have changed a lot since I was a kid, but there are still things you can do. Like... be nosey. Yeah, fuck all that noise about kids needing privacy. Yeah, they do, but to an extent. If they're living in your house, and being supported by you then all bets are off.
Also, find out what your kids are listening to/watching. Kids should not be listening to music talking about sex or violence. It's not cute seeing a child singing/dancing to sexual/violent music. It's disgusting.
Now, on to the subject of the internet. There are so many ways to monitor/control what websites your kid(s) goes to. If they're sneaking on the computer, PUT A FUCKING PASSWORD ON THE COMPUTER SO THEY CAN'T USE IT!!! You can also set up parental controls via your router. Only want little Suzie on Facebook, Youtube, ect between the hours of 5-6? That can be arranged if you mess with settings on your router. By the way, your kid should not even have a Facebook account unless they are actually old enough to have one. There is also programs to use to see what your kids are doing, like this one, and it's free!!!
Just stop being your kids friend and start being a PARENT. Be a positive role model to your child. TEACH BY EXAMPLE!!! It's really not that hard, just use COMMON SENSE. Ask yourself "How are my actions going to impact my kid(s)?"
That is all, enjoy! :)
Here are some examples from my childhood.
1. I asked my mom for a Vanilla Ice tape (that right there shows you that I'm old as dirt! lol), so she got it for me. I felt like the coolest kid ever. Then she heard me listening to it like, a day after she got it for me... she heard the lyrics and she took it away from me right away. I seriously didn't get that damn thing back until I was 18 years old, and by that time I didn't even want it, obviously.
2. I was around 15 or 16, working at McDonalds... making my OWN money. I went to "The Wall" (lol) and I got the "Ruff Rydaz Ryde or Die Vol 1" with my OWN MONEY! My mom heard me listening to it and told me I had to return it the next day. I refused to return it, so she took it away from me.
3. In middle school, I was in my full-blown "hormonal, retarded pre-teen" phase. I was into the whole Marilyn Manson/grunge/punk thing. One day I heard about dying your hair with Kool-Aid and I decided I was going to dye a small section of my hair red. I went a few days being able to hide it from my mom (I believe I kept a hat on my head all the time at home). When she seen it, she threatened to shave my head completely bald (which she would have followed through on that threat) if I ever tried to dye my hair like that again.
4. When it was time for Back to School shopping, my mom had the final word on every piece of clothing I picked out, and she was quick to tell me if something looked slutty or trashy.
5. Computer time was always monitored by my mom. Our computer was in the dining room, and my mom usually sat less than 5 feet away while any of us were on the computer. She obviously didn't know everything we did on the internet, but she knew enough. She knew our AOL login name and the password. Also, she limited our computer time, and would lock the computer when we weren't supposed to be on it.
I know times have changed a lot since I was a kid, but there are still things you can do. Like... be nosey. Yeah, fuck all that noise about kids needing privacy. Yeah, they do, but to an extent. If they're living in your house, and being supported by you then all bets are off.
Also, find out what your kids are listening to/watching. Kids should not be listening to music talking about sex or violence. It's not cute seeing a child singing/dancing to sexual/violent music. It's disgusting.
Now, on to the subject of the internet. There are so many ways to monitor/control what websites your kid(s) goes to. If they're sneaking on the computer, PUT A FUCKING PASSWORD ON THE COMPUTER SO THEY CAN'T USE IT!!! You can also set up parental controls via your router. Only want little Suzie on Facebook, Youtube, ect between the hours of 5-6? That can be arranged if you mess with settings on your router. By the way, your kid should not even have a Facebook account unless they are actually old enough to have one. There is also programs to use to see what your kids are doing, like this one, and it's free!!!
Just stop being your kids friend and start being a PARENT. Be a positive role model to your child. TEACH BY EXAMPLE!!! It's really not that hard, just use COMMON SENSE. Ask yourself "How are my actions going to impact my kid(s)?"
That is all, enjoy! :)
Saturday, May 22, 2010
Adventures in parking
I may look like a normal 28 year old female, but actually I suffer from a really bad disease. The disease is called "Lazyassitis".
So, since I suffer from this horrid disease, I take FULL advantage of the handicapped tags on my car, well, my dads car. Lets not be picky and split hairs on this, since I drive it way more than he does.
ANYIMALAZYASSWAY, I went to the store today to pick up some stuff, and there it was, gleaming like a beacon of salvation... the handicapped spot RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE STORE! I think to myself "heheh, YEEAAAAH, mommas got a VIP spot today!". I pull right on in the spot, and I half noticed the car parked in front of me with 2 people in it, but all I thought to myself was "hm, the guy in the passenger seat is kinda cute...". As I am getting the kid out of the car, the driver starts making all sorts of weird faces and hand gestures at me. Guess he didn't know I have the license plate with the crippled guy on it. So I laughed at him, and got the kid out of the car.
I totally had a Denis Leary moment
"Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces,
While handicapped people make handicapped faces"
So, since I suffer from this horrid disease, I take FULL advantage of the handicapped tags on my car, well, my dads car. Lets not be picky and split hairs on this, since I drive it way more than he does.
ANYIMALAZYASSWAY, I went to the store today to pick up some stuff, and there it was, gleaming like a beacon of salvation... the handicapped spot RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE STORE! I think to myself "heheh, YEEAAAAH, mommas got a VIP spot today!". I pull right on in the spot, and I half noticed the car parked in front of me with 2 people in it, but all I thought to myself was "hm, the guy in the passenger seat is kinda cute...". As I am getting the kid out of the car, the driver starts making all sorts of weird faces and hand gestures at me. Guess he didn't know I have the license plate with the crippled guy on it. So I laughed at him, and got the kid out of the car.
I totally had a Denis Leary moment
"Sometimes I park in handicapped spaces,
While handicapped people make handicapped faces"
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Women have a genetic predisposition to be the most confusing creatures ever
No woman can say to themselves and be HONEST that we're not confusing, even to ourselves. I honestly think that if we want to make sense, we should just use the same thought process that men use (when they're not thinking with their reproductive organs, that is). I'm going to attempt to break things down for you, I hope this makes sense.
I want a good man that has a job, his own place, and a car. I want him to treat me like a Queen, tell me that he loves me, and take me out. He also needs to be sensitive, smart, funny, and faithful.
Sounds great, right? Yeah, us women love that shit. We love wishing for it, and telling anybody that will listen that we wish we could find somebody like that. Then, when we actually do find a guy like that, who hasn't been "ruined" by some woman breaking his heart, this is what happens:
God, he's so annoying! All he ever does is work! He's so clingy, ugh!
then when she tells him it's time to change his ways:
OMG! he doesn't care about me anymore! He never listens!! He cut back his hours at work, and isn't bringing in as much money, he's such a bum!
No wonder guys turn into selfish pricks. It's our fault most of the time.
Now on to the next subject. Honesty. bahahahahah!
Honey, be honest with me, I won't get upset. I really want to know what you think.
Men, NEVER fall for this one, it's always a trick question. A trap. Unless your woman has a good head on her shoulders and doesn't get butthurt over every little thing, this will be her reaction:
YOU'RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE! YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW THAT I DON'T REALLY WANT YOU TO BE HONEST, JUST TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO HEAR!!!!
Yes guys, it's a double edged sword. If you are honest with us, you're an insensitive asshole. If you lie to us, you're a lying asshole.
Well, that concludes this session for now. I'm sure I will follow up with another round soon. Until then, see you in the kitchen, ladies!
OH, and go here, it speaks the truth.
also, thank you Boyle for the inspiration, you kick ass my friend!
I want a good man that has a job, his own place, and a car. I want him to treat me like a Queen, tell me that he loves me, and take me out. He also needs to be sensitive, smart, funny, and faithful.
Sounds great, right? Yeah, us women love that shit. We love wishing for it, and telling anybody that will listen that we wish we could find somebody like that. Then, when we actually do find a guy like that, who hasn't been "ruined" by some woman breaking his heart, this is what happens:
God, he's so annoying! All he ever does is work! He's so clingy, ugh!
then when she tells him it's time to change his ways:
OMG! he doesn't care about me anymore! He never listens!! He cut back his hours at work, and isn't bringing in as much money, he's such a bum!
No wonder guys turn into selfish pricks. It's our fault most of the time.
Now on to the next subject. Honesty. bahahahahah!
Honey, be honest with me, I won't get upset. I really want to know what you think.
Men, NEVER fall for this one, it's always a trick question. A trap. Unless your woman has a good head on her shoulders and doesn't get butthurt over every little thing, this will be her reaction:
YOU'RE SUCH AN ASSHOLE! YOU SHOULD KNOW BY NOW THAT I DON'T REALLY WANT YOU TO BE HONEST, JUST TELL ME WHAT I WANT TO HEAR!!!!
Yes guys, it's a double edged sword. If you are honest with us, you're an insensitive asshole. If you lie to us, you're a lying asshole.
Well, that concludes this session for now. I'm sure I will follow up with another round soon. Until then, see you in the kitchen, ladies!
OH, and go here, it speaks the truth.
also, thank you Boyle for the inspiration, you kick ass my friend!
Religion? More like ReLOLgion, amirite?!
I have nothing against religious people, actually. My problem is with the people who go out of their way to shove it down my throat. They (generally speaking) never say what they mean, for example:
What they say:
"I have to pray about this"
What they are really saying:
"I cannot make a decision on my own, so I'll ask my imaginary friend what he thinks"
What they say:
"I'm going to pray for you!"
What they mean:
"I am incapable of offering you any real advice or help with your situation because I really could give a shit less about you or your problems"
What they say:
"It's in God's hands now"
What they mean:
"I am incapable of taking charge of any situation that is stressful or too emotionally taxing, so once again I am going to rely on my imaginary friend up in the sky to make everything all better!"
I really just don't understand people these days. What is making people so weak-minded that they need the emotional crutch of an imaginary friend with superpowers to solve all their problems? If that's the case, at least pick a cool one, like one of the X Men.
And what's with the judging from the super religious folks? WOW... I know that in their precious book there are a lot of passages about NOT judging, so they're being bad christians. That's alright though. They can fuck up time and time again, committing the same sins over and over and over again, but all they need to do is ask their imaginary friend to forgive them, and it's like nothing ever happened! That makes no sense to me.
Now, I will say that there are about two people that I know that don't use their religion as a crutch. Like my friend Shell and my sister Deb. Those are the two people that I can actually have an intellectual conversation about religion with.
What they say:
"I have to pray about this"
What they are really saying:
"I cannot make a decision on my own, so I'll ask my imaginary friend what he thinks"
What they say:
"I'm going to pray for you!"
What they mean:
"I am incapable of offering you any real advice or help with your situation because I really could give a shit less about you or your problems"
What they say:
"It's in God's hands now"
What they mean:
"I am incapable of taking charge of any situation that is stressful or too emotionally taxing, so once again I am going to rely on my imaginary friend up in the sky to make everything all better!"
I really just don't understand people these days. What is making people so weak-minded that they need the emotional crutch of an imaginary friend with superpowers to solve all their problems? If that's the case, at least pick a cool one, like one of the X Men.
And what's with the judging from the super religious folks? WOW... I know that in their precious book there are a lot of passages about NOT judging, so they're being bad christians. That's alright though. They can fuck up time and time again, committing the same sins over and over and over again, but all they need to do is ask their imaginary friend to forgive them, and it's like nothing ever happened! That makes no sense to me.
Now, I will say that there are about two people that I know that don't use their religion as a crutch. Like my friend Shell and my sister Deb. Those are the two people that I can actually have an intellectual conversation about religion with.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Some people should just have been sterilized at birth.
Sometimes it amazes me that some people were the fastest sperm out of millions to reach and fertilize the egg, I swear.
I seen this video of some 7 year old girls hip grindin' and booty poppin' to that Single Ladies song by Beyonce. If that wasn't bad enough that they were dancing like some bar slut on her eighth Red Bull and Vodka, but they were also DRESSED like little bar sluts in training.
Why is Miss. Pissy Pants ranting about this? Well, because I can. Also because there are some people who not only think there is nothing wrong with this video. They also say that they would let their own child dress and dance like that (insert my disapproving shank-eye here).
I really hope that those people are proud of their children in, lets say 10 years. I hope they are pleased as punch when little Suzie Q comes home with a positive pregnancy test and multiple STDs. Maybe they will seal little Suzie Q's first pair of boobie tassels in lucite and display it right next to her first pair of stripper heels. Let us not forget the honor those parents will feel when little Suzie Q makes her film debut on Girls Gone Wild. I sure hope they remember to set their DVR, so they can show the infomercial to family and friends at all of the holiday and social get togethers!!!
For those people who are fans of the MTV show "16 and Pregnant", at least you aren't going to have to worry about that show getting canceled any time soon! :)
Oh, before I forget, here is the link to the video, if you haven't seen it and want to know why I am disgusted.
UPDATE
I found a video where they talked to two of the "parents", you can watch it here and let me know what you think. I personally think those "parents" are a bunch of enabling fucktards who need to spend a day with the pedo's in jail.
I seen this video of some 7 year old girls hip grindin' and booty poppin' to that Single Ladies song by Beyonce. If that wasn't bad enough that they were dancing like some bar slut on her eighth Red Bull and Vodka, but they were also DRESSED like little bar sluts in training.
Why is Miss. Pissy Pants ranting about this? Well, because I can. Also because there are some people who not only think there is nothing wrong with this video. They also say that they would let their own child dress and dance like that (insert my disapproving shank-eye here).
I really hope that those people are proud of their children in, lets say 10 years. I hope they are pleased as punch when little Suzie Q comes home with a positive pregnancy test and multiple STDs. Maybe they will seal little Suzie Q's first pair of boobie tassels in lucite and display it right next to her first pair of stripper heels. Let us not forget the honor those parents will feel when little Suzie Q makes her film debut on Girls Gone Wild. I sure hope they remember to set their DVR, so they can show the infomercial to family and friends at all of the holiday and social get togethers!!!
For those people who are fans of the MTV show "16 and Pregnant", at least you aren't going to have to worry about that show getting canceled any time soon! :)
Oh, before I forget, here is the link to the video, if you haven't seen it and want to know why I am disgusted.
UPDATE
I found a video where they talked to two of the "parents", you can watch it here and let me know what you think. I personally think those "parents" are a bunch of enabling fucktards who need to spend a day with the pedo's in jail.
Miss. Pissy Pants first blog!
Well well well, a blog all to myself. I am sure nobody is really going to read this blog, since this blog is my outlet to vent about all the people, and the things people do that just irritate the living hell out of me, but I will try to bring my wonderful, twisted humor to my rants about stupid ass people and the stupid ass things they do, say, and think. With that being said, nobody, not friends, family, strangers, or imaginary entities are immune to my rants. This should be FUN!
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